You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Ceosanna.

You see GameMaster Ceosanna Amhartan of Elanthia, a Human.
She has tilted crystal blue eyes. Her blue-black hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has smooth skin. Ceosanna has transcended time.
She has a tattoo of a vine of blood-red roses on her ankle.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some binding rope in her right hand.
She is wearing an enticing skirt fashioned from tattered layers of nightsilk gauze, a curving obsidian finger claw tipped with a smoky crystal talon, a sumptuous cloak of dusky crushed velvet edged with antique Elven lace, a gossamer cobweb, an elegant black velvet choker ornamented with an antique cameo, a circlet of twining nightshade vines and thorny black roses, a pair of strappy nightsilk sandals with starry black crystal high heels, a sleek corset of black leather and nightsilk draped with tattered cobwebs and a tiny silver desert rose with delicately ruffled petals.